They try to lie
but i see straight through them
Cute is death, a willing victim
The friendly killer stirs inside me
Eager thought of pain but pleasure
I am one, a harmless figure?
Use me! Abuse me! but never linger
Push me, bend but fear to break me
Hurt me! Burn me! it’s ever safer
Do they know me? I think not!
[Beware the fury of a foolish man!]
[Young Gun Poets introduction here.]